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Toilet Alert.

Our household is now on twelve hour toilet alert. This time span covers the period when Shira is out of nappies. When she comes running with the announcement that she needs to go to the lavatory, we immediately hit our panic stations.

Most of the time, her alert either comes too early or too late. Suffice to say that she is ensuring that she leaves her “mark” in every inch of every room, as often as possible. Shira has decided that she’s going to miss out the potty era and go straight to the late toilet stage.

I predict that she’ll be dry within a few weeks. What I don’t know is how Dana is going to maintain her sanity during that time – when she will spend more time in the toilet than in any other room of the house.

My hat goes off to her, just as long as Shira doesn’t use it as a depository for her “wares”.

Comments

LOL! I feel Dana's pain! Nigel is 2 1/2 and he's decided that being naked is supreme fun. I've tried to explain that if if wants to be so "free," he needs to use the potty chair... but he apparently disagrees. Thank goodness I have hard-wood floors!
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